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What will you bring me home from the hunting, Maia?

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You shall have a bird of prey to model. I shall wing one for you.

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[Laughs mockingly and bitterly.] Yes, to wing things—without knowing what you are doing—that has long been quite in your way. . [Tossing her head.] Oh, just let me take care of myself for the future, and then—! [Nods and laughs roguishly.] Good-bye—and a good, peaceful summer night on the upland! . [Jestingly.] Thanks! and all the ill-luck in the world over you and your hunting! . [Roaring with laughter.] There now, that is a wish worth having! . [Laughing.] Thanks, thanks, thanks, Professor! [They have both crossed the visible portion of the upland, and go out through the bushes to the right.